#I always get shy posting about them but TRUST I love them so deeply

[honeygutzs]

I forgo to post this anyway evil selfship go !

I’ve had a crush on this robot 4 like a year and a half now. Crazy

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 20 ... WITH BENEFITS??

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes, y/n has daddy issues for the sake of the plot

NOTES | I have no idea why this update took me so long to post I'm so sorry 😭 I don't like making chapters like this too sad (don't worry there's still gonna be some angsty chapters) but I don't want the written stuff on its own bcs that feels too espresso depresso or wtv the phrase is so this is a bit of a longer chap than usual.. anyways if ever you feel bad for y/n, don't worry you're gonna feel worse

19:21, dinner the night before

Y/n shuffles in her seat.

Jaemin greets her with a smile, and though she offers one back, that sinking feeling in her stomach doesn't seem to settle.

Suddenly now that she finds herself face to face with her once best friend, no menus in hand since they'd already given their orders, no way to avoid conversation for just a couple seconds longer, Y/n finds herself at a loss for words.

What was anyone supposed to say in this situation?

Sure a thank you would be ideal, considering Jaemin had somehow managed the impossible, but the words escaped her. Like they rested at the tip of her tongue but she lacked the drive to speak them.

It's not that y/n wasn't grateful, no, she wouldn't be here if she wasn't, in fact she didn't know what it was, what confused her so deeply that she sat there silently. Her thumbs twiddling against one another, as she stared down at the table in front of her.

There was a nagging whisper in her mind, one that cast shadows over her once clear thoughts, leaving her in that haze of uncertainty that she recognised all too well. Recently it was all she could feel around the captain.

Something about this situation in particular makes her palms sweaty and the hairs stand on her neck, every glance at Jaemin feeling like a shadow of what had once been, a reminder of how it had all been lost.

Even just sitting opposite Jaemin isn't simple.

Not at all.

It's like sitting across from a mirror that once reflected shared laughter and secrets, now distorted by fractures of lost trust and unspoken words. She supposed that was the thing about mirrors and shattering. No matter how hard you tried to glue the pieces back together, it would never quite be the same.

Perhaps that's why y/n is lousy in her attempts, grateful to Jaemin but unbothered to express it. The thought that no matter how desperately she hoped, this couldn't be restored. That there was no point in pouring energy into a friendship that would never be resolved.

"So" it's undoubtedly jaemin who breaks the silence, a soft tone to his voice, not quite as gentle as the other night but still warm "are you feeling better? like really okay?"

For a moment she wonders whether she'll break at the sound of his voice like she always had. Would she go back to that point in life where it was so easy to lie, so easy to say she was okay, so easy to pretend, in front of everyone else but never in front of him.

"I'm fine, honestly." She lies.

There's a shy sheepish smile that creeps across her lips and slightly accents her words

Jaemin hasn't seen much of her positivity be directed his way, and seeing this ignites the little hope in him that they could move on from this, from everything.

"You didn't have to work on it without me you know, it was just as much my project as it was yours and you putting in all the effort isn't fair on you."

"You did most of the preliminary stuff anyways, and I really didn't want to ask you because of the other night" Jaemin finally admits, though not willingly, his words extracted more so by her sharp stare and the cold atmosphere.

"Right..." Her attempts at changing the subject, clearly in vain— he really needed to stop asking about the other night. Y/n wasn't sure how much h longer she could hold back the tears, the looming feeling of inadequacy as a guardian still strong. She should have been more careful.

She knows its her turn to speak, opening her mouth to do so.

But again, y/n struggles.

The words play hide and seek in her mind, leaving her to grasp at empty. The atmosphere grows heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Her mind races, a jumble of what to say, thoughts of how easy conversation once was, how effortless it had been, all such a stark contrast to now.

Jaemin watches, a mix of intrigue and concern in his eyes as she contemplates in front of him, quiet but with an expression that spoke volumes.

The silence between them seems to bite louder than any conversation they once held, each dish in front, a reminder of the bitter aftertaste of a friendship turned cold.

"It's just Minjun and I" she breathes out, voice shaky, and Jaemin realises that those nervous cues in her slumped posture and shaking hands had never changed "It's just been the two of us for a while" she whispered. "That's why I was so scared"

Jaemin's hand hovers uncertainly beneath the table, unsure if the gesture would be welcomed or misunderstood, caught in the delicate balance of care and concern.

Admittedly, Jaemin catches himself slightly intrigued, still confused what could have lead to her practically perfectly family turning into this.

But he knows better than to let his curiosity get the best of him.

He wants to stop her, tell her that whatever it is that causes her brows to knit together and her pretty eyes to gloss over isn't something she needs to force herself to talk about, but he doesn't know how.

For a moment he's kicking himself under the table— how had he ever let go of the person who meant so much to him?

Even now, knowing everything she had done, he couldnt help but question why hadn't he tried to get past it then?

At the sight of her downcast features suddenly everything that he once despised her for seemed so trivial.

Jaemin sees himself, a younger, less mature version that stands on the court, hair matted to his forehead from the rain, a ball long forgotten somewhere behind him, cold, betrayed, and so painfully alone. Those burning tear stained cheeks, the harsh whistles of wind, the bitter feeling of failure still clinging to his skin, he remembers it all.

But every feeling he recalls so well, so vividly, is so easily dismissed when her eyes shine with a painful tint, red from the piercing tears that she holds in them.

"My dad" she cuts him off, gaze now avoidant as he grabbed her cold hands in his, "he walked out on us not long after ...whatever hapenned between you and me. He never came back, didn't answer a single call, not even a text, no form of communication except the papers he sent in the mail so I could become Junnie's legal guardian."

I missed you, she wanted to say. I needed you she'd liked to add.

"That's why it's just the two of us now" she said instead, trying to find more words to stop the tears from flowing, like her words were the only thing that could hold them back.

Back then, Y/n remembers vividly the feeling of wanting to fall, to sink, to drown but still somehow keeping her head above the surface to hold on and stay strong for her younger brother. She wondered if Jaemin had been there, would it have been easier? Would she have let herself fall, would she have someone to give her a hand, to pick her back up again and hold her hand through it all? Would things have ended differently?

"I'm sorry" his words weren't new, they weren't special, they were the same as what everybody else would say but the fact that they came from him, Na Jaemin who now stood by her side with his arms wrapped around her, was enough to dissolve the feeling of emptiness.

08:25 present time

Y/n looks over at Minjun, still deep in slumber, smiling before she steps out of the room.

There's way too many toys sprawled out across the living room floor, a blanket she finds herself folding as she subconsciously begins to clean up. Her eyes land on the kitchen counter, wondering what to make for breakfast. She was never particularly good at cooking, but she'd been learning for her brothers sake.

When she gets to the black jacket resting over the couch, it hits her. She catches sight of her puffy eyes in the mirror, and a hand runs through her hair hurriedly.

"Why the fuck did I tell him all of that" she let's out a frustrated sigh, running her hands across her face, "I'm supposed to hate him" she reminds herself, though her tone isn't convincing in the slightest.

"You don't hate him though" Heeseung's voice comes out muffled, the toothbrush between his lips making it difficult to understand his words.

He had been the one to stay over last night, her friends still taking turns to accompany Minjun and her every night since he'd walked out of the apartment, a gesture that made her heart swell. Although up until now she was pretty certain he was still asleep. Clearly not.

"I can't hate him" she sighs, falling back into the couch "is it bad I want to be friends with him again?" she asks, even though Heeseung had retreated to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

Regardless he pokes his head out into the hallway, a sly smirk across his lips "with benefits?"

Y/n rolls her eyes.

He emerges again not long after, smiling from ear to ear "no y/n it's not bad if you want to be friends again" he takes a seat beside her "you can only fight your feelings for so long, let yourself be vulnerable, take the risk and try again" he says, hands resting on both his knees.

"and if you're feeling really risky, you can always—"

"shut up Heeseung" she smiles, lightly pushing against his arm "I guess it is worth a shot though"

"he's right next door anyways so sneaking around won't be hard at all"

"I meant being friends. Just friends." she stands up, walking over to the kitchen "you down for pancakes?"

He nods.

"You know it could be good though, he's hot, you're hot, there's enough tension to make things interesting and it ticks your not ready for a relationship box pretty well too"

Despite the pointed look the captain offers him, Heeseung doesn't let up, and secretly, she wouldn't have it any other way.

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[sundrop-writes]

hii i’m very happy you write for isaac! and i loved your last comforting fic, how they relate and care for each other without judging and the reader being his anchor 🤍

i’d really love to see more of him, so can i request some headcanons on how you see him being in bed and his kinks and all that? thanks for considering 💕💕

I purposefully went looking through my inbox for something Isaac related because I fucking miss my boy and I've been thinking about him non-stop. So if anybody reading this has any Isaac related requests, please send them my way. Cause I think this is the last Isaac specific thing I have in my inbox??

I'm so glad that you loved that fic! The second that I started watching episodes with Isaac, I immediately clicked with him and I knew he was going to be my favourite character. (Yes, I have a thing for abused characters for deeply personal reasons. Stiles will never be my favourite character because he has too good of a relationship with his father.) And I have thought a lot about him sexually, so I do have a lot of ideas for this post lmao. Prepare for rambling.

Isaac Lahey Intimacy and Kink Headcanons

Okay so first of all - Isaac is incredibly touch starved.

He hasn't had a kind physical touch in a long time (probably not since his mother was alive), and though the abuse he experienced makes him somewhat touch-averse, he is still incredibly touched starved and needy. He would need someone who understands what he's been through and can navigate the emotions of it, and even once his partner does, early on into a relationship, he would be incredibly hesitant to express his needs. He is not used to voicing his needs or being cared for, so even doing something as simple as reaching out for a hug because he craves the physical affection would be very alien to him.

But once he starts to get over that bridge and starts on the path to healing from his trauma and once you start to teach him that wanting and needing physical affection is perfectly normal - he would be intensely clingy. He would be the definition of a koala boyfriend. He would be the boyfriend who cuddles close to you all the time, wants to hold your hand constantly, always has an arm around your shoulders or your waist in public.

Isaac is not the type who is very into PDA - because of the abuse he experienced, he is still shy about showing his most raw self and his deepest emotions to others. And he feels like expressing a lot of PDA feels like being 'too private' in front of others, but he also balances that with the need to be constantly close to you. So the PDA he does express with you is more 'innocent' things like hand-holding or holding you close with an arm around you.

Isaac also loves it when you return these subtle touches. One of his favourite things is when you comb your fingers through his hair or when you put a hand on his lower back to guide him around - something no one else has ever done because he is so tall and intimidating.

When it comes to sex - Isaac is more submissive. I think he is a switch, but he is very rarely dominant, and he only displays dominance for two reasons - using sex to channel his intense anger (when he knows that it's okay with his partner and that his partner does like rough, angry sex) (and this would be something he does on rare occasions - something done to avoid getting into fights and performing other violent outbursts), or when he is more emotionally closed off and he feels the need to become dominant to protect himself and protect his most intimate emotions. He would be dominant by default because he believes he needs to but up dominance as a front.

But when he is in a deeply intimate relationship where he opens up to someone and truly trusts them, he would become more submissive. He would love the feeling of slipping into sub space and being led by someone he knows he can fully trust. For a lot of his life, authority figures have neglected him, harmed him, and mislead him, so having a dom in his life who cares for him completely and only leads him to pleasure would be a very positive outlet, and something he wants to participate in a lot. Trusting you to be his dom would only make him fall deeper in love with you.

But not for a second would he be a pillow princess - Isaac is the Sub-Top. Even though he is submissive, he is still intensely active during sex. Especially because he can never full suppress his wolfish instincts (if anything, being in subspace make those instincts come out more for him) - so those animal instincts always makes sex more enjoyable for him when he satisfies the need to mark, claim, conquer.

Because the combination of subspace and his inner animal makes him so damn mindless, he needs you to guide him - otherwise he would just end up humping his pillow wildly and whining when he can't cum.

He has a huge praise kink - he will dissolve down into a puddle of needy whimpers if you call him 'good boy', and like I have said in other posts, I absolutely believe that he would have a kink for being called 'puppy'. Because he was verbally abused in addition to the physical abuse that he experienced, having a space where you lather him in praise so freely and speak only good things about him - it melts his brain in the best way. And though he would pretend to be embarrassed about it, he would also love it if you called him 'pretty' or used words to describe him that are more typically feminine.

He is incredibly possessive. When he is truly in love with someone, especially driven by his animal instincts, he wants them to be covered in his scent all the time - and he has a major biting and marking kink because of this. It's rare if you leave a sexual encounter with him not covered in bites and needy marks that he sucked into your skin. The first time he did this without thinking, he was incredibly worried that he hurt you and felt so guilty for doing so - but when you assured him that you loved it, and the pain of his teeth sinking into your skin only made the pleasure better, he was even more spurred on to continue it - to keep you marked up so that everyone would know who you belonged to.

Isaac is very into love making - he's not into complex sexual role-play, and usually, if the two of you have rough sex, it's just because he gets needy and gets carried away (or - as I said before - when he has a particular burst of anger). But for the most part, he loves the feeling of being deep inside of you, and loves to indulge in that feeling, sweet and slow.

He is also very into body worship - both with kissing all over you and showing his appreciation for your body, as well as receiving it (even when he thinks he doesn't deserve it). Some of his favourite moments with you are when he has been splayed out on his back, listening to your breathy voice tell him what a good boy he is while you kiss all over him and even leave little bites of your own (that always heal far too soon for his liking because of his werewolf healing).

The bulk of your relationship doesn't involve any hard kinks - like pain kink or orgasm denial, or any punishment and reward. Because of Isaac's past, you can't bring yourself to deem his behaviour 'good' or 'bad' and punish him for certain things. For the most part, whatever he asks for, he gets, and you are the dom who makes sure he is always safe and happy.

...

If you liked this, consider checking out my fic: Eager Little Puppy - Sub!Isaac Lahey x Dom!GN!Reader

Or take a look at my Teen Wolf Masterlist for other fics and headcanons I have written for this fandom

[wastelandmoony]

Heyy I don’t know if you take requests or not but I saw you write for both HL and the marauders, and I’ve had this specific fic idea that I cannot find to save my life (and I’m a shit writer) so I was wondering about like fem!hufflepuff!reader during the marauders era, but she has like the ancient magic from HL (maybe voldemort is trying to harness it instead of ranrok) and nobody knows except her 😳😳 and she’s friends with the marauders but she kinda has a thing for remus and he does too but they’re so shy, and somehow her powers get revealed, she gets hurt, angst + hurt/comfort???

Hi!!! I don't explicitly take requests, but I'm also not opposed to them so thank you for submitting one! I feel like this is a little more angsty than you were originally after, so I apologize lol

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Icarian Carrion

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Angst, language, sexual innuendos

Hogwarts, 1978

The Room of Requirement was silent as she inhaled deeply, letting both eyes sink shut. The wand hummed against her palm, a constant almost imperceptible vibration that kept her grounded. She listened closely to the chirping birds, the rustling of leaves, the creak of branches. Exhaling slowly, she opened her eyes and braced for the targets. Quickly, multiple dummies rose from the bushes, and she unleashed her attack one after another. The power flowing through her spanned back generations, handed down by her mother, from her mother before her, her mother before her, and so on, tracing back to the 1800s. She’d known she was different from a young age, having abilities to see things others could not, being able to wield magic far beyond her years; her mother was not surprised of course, being the one to harness identical power, and the moment she was able to fully comprehend the scope of it, her mother sat her down and explained their family history. 

During the Goblin Rebellion in the late 19th century, her great-great-grandmother uncovered a hidden repository filled with ancient magic. To ensure the magic was never able to fall into the wrong hands, she absorbed it, passing it down generation after generation. Her mother instilled in her the knowledge of how large of a responsibility this was, that this power could still be harnessed by outside forces by coercion and manipulation. She would always need to be on guard, and always trust her instincts. 

So here she was, blasting at dueling dummies in the Room of Requirement during her free period between classes. The news had been getting increasingly more dire, and it seemed like James had a new update from his parents on the war efforts almost every other day now. Her mother worried that the day might come when her abilities would be necessary, so she had warned her via owl post months ago to be ready for anything, whether that be fighting back or disappearing completely. There was already a plan in place to pull her out of school and lie low outside of the country should her parents feel that she was in danger. But she refused to run, refused to hide, especially with her friends all eager on joining the Order. The lot of them had vowed to do it after leaving school in a few months, Sirius and James foaming at the mouth for the chance to fight. None of them knew about her abilities, a secret her family had kept for generations, but continuing that tradition was becoming harder and harder because of one person in particular. 

She exited the Room of Requirement quietly, keeping cool and neutral to avoid being caught. As she rounded the corner towards the main stairway, a hand pulled her down the opposite hall.

“What were you doing?” Remus stared at her curiously, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Studying?” She choked out, trying her best to sound convincing and normal. 

He didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “don’t lie to me, you’re a terrible liar, love.” 

Fuck. He always knew how to rip at her heartstrings with a single word. She had met the boys during her first year at school, quickly melding into their group seamlessly. They became a tightly knit group, over the years folding in more friends like Marlene, Lily, and Mary. Out of them all though, Remus had always been her closest confidant. They were never far from one another, always drawn in like magnets. She loved him fiercely, a feeling that up until the past year or so she had thought was strictly platonic; ignoring all of the butterflies and skipped heartbeats when he was near. She loved him. She was in love with him. She would rather die than risk their friendship and address it.

Pushing past him to continue back toward the stairs, she huffed. “I’m not lying, I was studying for Defense. Something you could probably benefit from…” she gave him a sarcastic glance, catching his overly-dramatic scoff. 

“Excuse me?” It only took him a few long strides to catch up to her, falling into step as they made their way downstairs, “I’ll have you know that I’ve received top marks in Defense every single year.”

She bit back a grin, walking towards the Great Hall. The distant sound of students eating echoed down the corridor. 

“You’re up to something,” Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, just as the smell of lunch permeated the air. He was always so easily distracted by food, something she never failed to use to an advantage. “I’ll figure it out soon enough, don’t you worry.” He smirked playfully, immediately dropping his crusade in lieu of joining the other boys at the table. 

She sighed with mild relief, taking her place beside him.

———

It was stupid of her to assume that Remus had forgotten about seemingly catching her at the Room of Requirement, though hindsight is 20/20 after all. The following week, she made her usual trip up to practice with the dummies again, only this time she had a visitor. The corridor outside the room was clear (she always made sure to triple check), so she quietly whispered the phrase to make the door appear. As she slipped into the room, Remus snuck in behind her, eliciting a swift shove against the wall. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, slamming the door shut before anyone else could come in, keeping her palm flat against his chest.

He smiled triumphantly as she backed away, “I followed you.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Creep.”

Remus chuckled quietly, peering around at the Room of Requirement and whistling low in admiration. “This is…something else…”

Sighing, she sat in a chair beside a large wooden desk strewn with papers and books. “I come here to study.” Not a complete lie, which kept the guilt from eating away at her. 

Remus hummed questioningly, staring out at the dueling dummies that lined the magically-created forest off to the left. 

“I don’t think you do, at least not for classes anyway,” he mused, gaze coming to a scrutinizing rest on her. “Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been my best friend for years, I know when something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong Remus,” she mumbled, heart beginning to beat out of her chest. 

“Whatever it is,” his expression softened slightly, “I can help. Let me help you.”

She shook her head, resolve beginning to chip. “You can’t help this time…”

She watched as he visibly swallowed dryly, “So…there is something going on then, isn’t there?”

For a few moments, they stared at each other, standing at the edge of an impasse. Finally, she sighed, and began to tell Remus everything. 

———

“So you’ve been preparing to fight?” Remus had paled slightly when she explained her end goal. No matter what her parents wanted, she was going to use her abilities to fight back. It could be a turning point in the war, if only she could strengthen and control them fully. 

She nodded firmly, unwavering even after hearing him beg for her to stay out of this. “Do you—do you want me to show you?” 

Remus smiled slightly, eager to see the ancient magic she had described in action. He watched intently as she cast some of it towards the dummies, illuminating the space around them with bright blue light before each dummy shattered into pieces with barely a flick of her wrist. When she finished, Remus stared at her in awe, like a goddess come down to this earth. She blushed at the intensity of his gaze, “Please stop looking at me like that.”

He didn’t. Instead, abruptly spitting out a sentence that froze her entirely.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She stared back at him, “…what?”

Remus shook his head, averting his eyes quickly as he realized what he had said out loud. “I uh—I should go actually. I forgot I told Sirius I’d meet him—“

“Yeah. That’s…fine,” she coughed nervously, “I’ll see you at dinner later?”

Remus nodded, and she didn’t miss the blush that dusted his cheeks as he turned towards the door.

———

London, 1979

Sirius swung his legs as he sat on the kitchen counter, watching as the two of them bickered back and forth. “Oh come off it Moony!” He smirked, taking a sip of his coffee, “Let her go, she’s one of the best fighters we have.”

She shot Sirius a wink, quickly focusing back on Remus’ scowling face. 

“I’m not letting her go off on this completely insane mission for Dumbledore!” Remus snapped, folding his arms across his chest in finality. 

“You’re not letting me?” Her eyes widened, “I'm sorry, but who are you to determine what I may or may not do with my own life?”

Remus visibly bristled, “Your best fucking friend! Someone who cares very deeply about you!”

She hummed, just as Sirius mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “that’s one way to put it.”

“Well as my best friend, you of all people should respect my wishes. I’m doing the job, and you can’t stop me,” she pushed past him to exit the kitchen they all shared, but not before Sirius could let out a frustrated huff of annoyance.

“Can you two just please, do us all a favor, and fuck already?” 

She stopped in her tracks, Remus freezing as well. Neither of them made a move until she turned slowly to glare daggers at Sirius.

“What the fuck is wrong with you…” she mumbled, finally storming down the hallway and slamming the door to her room. 

Sirius smirked, hopping off the counter to clap Remus on the shoulder. “All I’m gonna say, is that I’m going to James’ house for a few hours. So feel free to be as loud as you want. Get out some of that anger.”

Before Remus could swat him, Sirius ducked and apparated to meet James. 

He sighed, collecting his thoughts before making the walk down to her room, unable to let her leave on a bad note. The mission she had be asked to lead was a dangerous one, Dumbledore had asked for her personally. Remus wasn’t sure of the entire job, seeing as how he wasn’t involved, but he had a feeling it had to do with her abilities. Dumbledore had found out about them shortly after they all joined the Order, but only because she had let him. She wanted to show him that she could be a weapon, and a devastating one at that; one that the Order could use (or exploit as he put it) to end the war. The notion didn’t sit right with Remus, something he had tried to express multiple times to her with no response other than “Dumbledore knows what he’s doing, Remus”. Knocking softly, he listened for a response.

“I don’t want to talk to you Remus,” she called through the door, immediately knowing he would show up and apologize moments after their fight. They’d been friends for too long, their habits and quirks were as familiar as a reflection. 

Remus sighed, “Please open the door. I just…I need to talk to you.”

The lock clicked, door opening a crack to reveal her stoic face. “Go ahead, then.”

He resisted rolling his eyes, “May I come in?”

“You don’t seem to have an issue dictating my actions, so you tell me.” 

Before he could respond, she turned and sat on her bed, allowing him entrance into her room. Even though no one else was home, he shut the door quietly to create more tangible privacy. She looked at him expectantly. 

“I’m sorry, okay?” He offered calmly.

“No you’re not,” she sighed, “You’ve done this before, and you’ll do it again. I just—I just wish you’d have more faith in me, I guess…”

Remus stared at her like she’d struck him. “Have faith in you? Love, I’m in awe of you always.”

Her heart began to flutter erratically, meeting his eyes to try and find any bit of mockery in his words. She found none.

“How could I not be?” He continued, “You’re the strongest witch I know, and one of the smartest people I’ve ever met—and that’s not even taking into account your ancient power.”

She blushed, giving him a small smile as she looked up at him, “…One of the smartest?”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Fine. The smartest person I know.”

She stood up and hugged him, melting into his warmth as he returned the embrace. “Apology accepted. But please…can you try to not control my every move from now on? I’m going to be a part of this war whether you like it or not.”

Remus rested a cheek atop her head, “I just can’t lose you…and I know how determined you are. I don’t want you to get caught up and become involved in something you can’t come back from.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise. The mission isn’t even happening just yet, there’s still time to prepare. You just need to trust me,” she looked up at him. 

“I promise to trust you if you promise to always come back to me,” he murmured. 

For the briefest of moments, she hated him. Hated the way he made her heart soar, hated the way her fingers itched to trace every scar that marred his skin, hated how her lips craved to discover what his felt like. But more than that, she hated the coward within her, the one that didn’t dare reveal the truth to him. So instead, she buried her face in his chest and squeezed him tightly. “I’ll always come back to you Remus.”

———

London, 1980

Her bag had been packed for over a week, sitting underneath her bed as it awaited retrieval. The war had taken a turn for the worse, all of them living in a constant state of fear for not only themselves but for others. She knew the orders for the mission were incoming; she could feel it. James and Lily had told them all about the prophecy regarding their unborn child, a boy if it was believed to be true, a little boy they were to name Harry. The news had struck her so hard she had almost vomited right there on the Potter’s carpet. Remus’s arm around her waist was the only thing that kept her upright. That night, when they arrived back at the apartment, Sirius went straight to his room without another word, silent and angry. She had sat in Remus’s arms and cried until the tears wouldn’t come, settling for the sweet oblivion of sleep instead. She’d awoken pressed against his chest, Remus choosing to stay intertwined on the couch instead of depositing her sleeping body in her own bed. The memory of his peaceful face inches from hers that morning is the one that kept her moving as she threw the bag strap over her shoulder and apparated to a small house near the Forest of Dean. She thought of him and it gave her a reason to leave; she needed to help save him. She needed to help save all of them. Her non-essential belongings were left behind in the apartment, along with a note for Remus that she placed atop his dresser.

“I’ll always come back to you,” is all it said.

———

Islington, 1995

Remus followed the scent of coffee from their bedroom on the 2nd floor of Grimmauld Place. It was one of life’s simple pleasures that he still managed to hold onto during times like this. As he trudged into the kitchen with a yawn, Sirius placed a mug on the table and smiled softly. 

“Morning, Moony,” he said as Remus sat down, offering a fond look of his own. They were both confined to the townhouse, Sirius in all actuality, but Remus more in solidarity; and though the isolation was sometimes stifling, Remus quite enjoyed the domesticity it allowed them. It reminded him of her. Sirius tossed the Daily Prophet onto the table in front of Remus, another daily habit of his being combing the paper for any news or breakthroughs in the war. He still couldn’t believe it was all happening again…

On the fourth page, about halfway down, a small article caught his attention:

Dumbledore Loyalist Spy Found Dead in Ireland.

Smiling in a Ministry photo below, was her. 

He couldn’t breathe.

He’d spent 15 years searching for her, trying to find any information as to where she had disappeared to that night over a decade ago. Her letter was still in his drawer. Remus would read it every now and then when the memories got to be too much. 

I’ll always come back to you.

He had believed it.

He was a fool.

“Oh my darling, what have you done…” he whispered, hand coming to cover his mouth. 

Sirius appeared over his shoulder to see what was going on, immediately gripping Remus’ shoulder in support. “Fuck…” he whispered, “Moony, I’m—“

Remus shook his head, “He knew…”

“Who knew?” Sirius kept a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“Dumbledore fucking knew she was alive this whole time!” Remus slammed a fist onto the table, rattling the coffee mugs. “Sirius, he knew I was looking for her! He saw it all and said nothing! He let her—he let her die…” His face crumpled as the tears began to fall, dropping onto the newspaper and smudging the ink in their wake. 

“Remus,” Sirius said softly, holding back tears of his own, “I’m so sorry…”

A low growl sounded from Remus, standing up to launch his coffee mug across the kitchen, smashing against the far wall in a spray of ceramic. “He used her! He made her into a fucking weapon that he just—that he just could throw away!”

Sirius gripped his arm, moving around to hug him, letting Remus release a deep sob into his chest.

“I loved her,” he whispered, “I never told her…”

Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat, “I know…we all knew.”

Remus sniffed, “Do you—do you think she did?”

He sat with the thought for a moment, remembering the way Remus and her had always looked at each other, how they would always be within arms reach. He remembered the night he found them on the couch, a week before she disappeared, Remus cradling her closely as they slept. He’d suspected for years that they were in love, but that night had solidified it. 

Sirius met his eyes, a corner of his lips quirking upward, “She did. She might not have realized it…but I think she knew.” 

Remus inhaled a shaky breath, and Sirius moved to sit on the bench. “She loved you too, y’know.”

Remus lifted his gaze, eyes red and glassy, “How d’you know?”

He shrugged, giving him a small, sad grin, “I just…it was obvious. At least to the rest of us apparently.”

Remus huffed out a sorry excuse of a laugh, the two of them sitting together in silence for a moment.

“I miss her Pads…” he whispered.

“I know, I do too,” Sirius threw an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in. Remus reached forward and tore out the article, ripping delicately around the photo so you could no longer see the headline. It was just her. The same eyes he had loved since they were eleven, the familiar smile that she’d give whenever she saw him. She looked older, they all did, but she was more beautiful to him than ever. 

Remus stood from the table and went back up to his room, Sirius beginning to clean up the shattered coffee mug against his friend’s insistence. From his drawer, he pulled out the wrinkled letter, unfolding it to re-read the scribbled handwriting he’d spent years memorizing. Placing the small photo atop the note, he folded it back up, kissing it once.

“You broke your promise love,” he whispered, “but I forgive you. You know I could never stay mad at you for very long.”

Remus placed the note back in the top drawer, and headed back downstairs to help Sirius clean up the mess he had made.

[peachdues]

Hi Peachhhhh!

FIRST OF ALL i LOVE your work and everytime I see your posts i always get excited. especially when it's abt twatm or compass, they have my heart. you put sm thought and dedication into them ❤️ and it's truely just amazing and so inspiring.

BUT GIRL I NEEDDDDDD a little post about what the hashira think about setsuna ishikuro and what she thinks about each of them. not with thr official kyn background that the other ones have, ik you're busyyyy. just a short post. it'll be so cute to see what sanemi thinks of his little tsuguko !

thanks again girly for all your work. coming home from a day of work and seeing your post, whether it's your actual work or just replying to people's comments, honestly puts a smile on my face.

Omg bestie hi!! This ask is so dangerous because it sent me down a HOLE!!

Read below the cut for Setsuna’s opinion of the other Hashira/their opinion of her! Enjoy!

HOW ISHIKURO SETSUNA VIEWS THE OTHER PILLARS

The Sound Pillar— smug face that would make good target practice for a fist. Still hasn’t learned to keep his mouth shut. Decent fighter. (Still on her shit list).

The Stone Pillar: I don’t know him that well, but I respect him and his strength.

The Insect Pillar: we’ve gotten closer since I became a Hashira, and I’m glad for it. She’s shrewd and insightful in many ways, but she can be a little aloof when it comes to matters of the heart. Hardworking and exceedingly clever. Stronger than she looks.

The Wind Pillar: I respect him now just as much as I did when he was my master. Our breathing styles just didn’t mix well, but that wasn’t his fault. He was a good teacher, and he was able to handle my rage better than anyone. I trust him the most. …. I feel flustered when he looks at me.

The Love Pillar: I adore her. A little over-indulgent as a teacher and we probably deserved to get in more trouble than we did, but she’s the very best among friends. She used her experiences developing love breathing to help me get control over Lunar Breathing. Her command over her sword is something to admire.

The Water Pillar: who?

The Flame Pillar: good natured and encouraging. I see where Mitsuri gets it from. Very honorable. He’s a man I would trust the most, after the Wind Pillar.

The Serpent Pillar: he keeps his distance but I believe it’s out of respect, and I’m grateful for it. He frequented the Love Pillar’s estate for meals quite often while I was there.

HOW THE OTHER HASHIRA VIEW ISHIKURO SETSUNA

The Sound Pillar: Flamboyant when she fights. Sharp-tongued. Looks like Shinazugawa when she scowls. I still stand by my earlier comment, though I won’t say it out loud anymore.

The Stone Pillar: remarkably more at ease than when she first joined the Corps. Her outward confidence tends to mask her shy and gentle heart. She returns the Wind Pillar’s strong feelings.

The Insect Pillar: she is still haunted by her past, but she smiles more easily now. I enjoy her company. She’s become a good friend.

The Wind Pillar: she’s grown into her role as the Lunar Hashira very well. We spar often. I look forward to our meetings. Still as stubborn as she was as a tsuguko, but her rebellious streak seems to have flamed out. I think time with the Love Pillar was good for her. Strong and capable, but I still worry for her. …. she looks good.

The Love Pillar: my dearest friend! The best tsuguko a girl could ask for! She was a fast learner and a total softie once her shell cracked! As beautiful as the moon, and I admire her deeply!

The Water Pillar: i haven’t talked to her much. She once forgot we’d already been introduced.

The Flame Pillar: a worthy heir to the lunar breath clan! Powerful with her techniques and her weapon is magnificent!

The Serpent Pillar: I tend to stay away because of what the Wind Pillar said, but she’s quite strong and seems to have progressed well under the Love Pillar. She has my respect.

BONUS!

The Stone Pillar on the Wind Pillar, Sanemi Shinazugawa: He possesses a strong will and is honest at heart. He’s a bashful person. He is in love with the Lunar Pillar.

Thank you so much for your kind ask!! I enjoyed this so much omg

[actual-changeling]

Hey there Alex! So, I've loved your content for a bit of a while now and your explanations/insight really gives a lot of clarity to people who either might not understand certain points about Good Omens, need a reality check, or may have missed something. You've also really helped me stop being so shy about my love and defense for Crowley in response to Azi apologists weaponizing his trauma as excuses for the way he treats him.

Anyways! I don't know if you've talked about it before, I think you mentioned it briefly in passing but could you possibly go more in depth about the scene in s2 between them about the Bentley situation. The first time I watched the scene, I remember thinking it was so adorable how Crowley trusted Aziraphale enough with his car and how Azi changed the color of it. However, there was always.... something! Idk that struck me the wrong way and you realize upon watching it again that it wasn't as straight forward at at. I'd like your opinion, since I feel it really plays into that constant dynamic of Crowley being uncomfortable for Aziraphale's sake once again.

Do you think he was actually okay with it in the end?

Why did Azi choose this rather than by train?

Does the Bentley truly like the Angel?

If Crowley is connected to the Bentley, how come he doesn't seem to realize when Shax was in it with Aziraphale?

Thank you, that's really nice to hear! I'm glad that my posts have been helpful in a number of ways 💚

Now, I have THOUGHTS on the Bentley scene, excellent questions!

It is another one of those moments that seems sweet on the surface but is actually deeply uncomfortable to watch once you look past that. Let's start with the easy ones and then work our way through the scene in chronological order.

Why did Azi choose this rather than by train?

Aziraphale is basically roleplaying at this point. His weird obsession with his "Clue" has turned into a performance similar to his horrible magic acts; his facial expressions and body language change and become more theatrical when he talks to Crowley about it. At this point, he has probably already decided that he will pretend to be a journalist for no other reason than fun. Driving a car instead of going by train is presumably a part of that, it's an elaborate fantasy he's trying to live out—similar to the ball later on.

We have to keep in mind that while Crowley is aware of the gravity of the situation, Aziraphale is actively choosing to ignore it. Going to Edinburgh for fun is a horrible idea considering the danger they're in, but Aziraphale does not care.

Does the Bentley truly like the Angel?

I think the Bentley likes him exactly as much as Crowley likes him, simple answer but tbh that's really it.

Do you think he was actually okay with it in the end?

Now, the one million pound question: Did Crowley willingly give him the Bentley or did Aziraphale coerce him into doing so? Before we answer this one, there are some more things to consider.

Firstly, the circumstances.

With Shax in his flat and Jimbriel in the bookshop, Crowley has exactly one safe place left: the Bentley. It is HIS, it is mobile, it does not belong to anyone else, and he has a connection to it, meaning that he protects the Bentley but the Bentley also protects him.

We saw Crowley's intense reaction to Gabriel's presence, and it's not 'funny' or 'dramatic', it is Crowley being deeply traumatized by heaven, his fall, and the trial, and there's a very high chance Gabriel was involved in his fall, too. What Aziraphale is essentially demanding of him the entire season is that he locks himself in close quarters with his abuser, who can literally kill him on the spot.

Crowley is fucking terrified, he cannot sleep, he is hypervigilant and even more paranoid than usual, his mood swings get worse, he is a mess—and Aziraphale does not take any of his concerns, emotions, or needs seriously.

Secondly, past experiences and boundaries.

Whenever Aziraphale needs a lift, Crowley is happy to provide one, he enjoys driving him around. Emphasis on him being the driver. Aziraphale has not once driven the Bentley, and it is safe to assume that Crowley has never once OFFERED that he could drive it. That alone should be enough for Aziraphale to not ask that question in the first place, but it isn't.

It also means that Crowley does not expect the question and—when probably at some point asking himself the question whether he'd be okay with Aziraphale driving it—decided he does not want anyone but himself in the driver's seat.

So how does Crowley react when Aziraphale demands the keys to the Bentley?

Oh right, yeah, let's actually talk about that first. He does not ask.

Aziraphale does not ask. I cannot overstate how important it is that he does not ask Crowley if he can drive the Bentley. This is how their conversation goes:

There is no question. "I will take the car" is Aziraphale informing Crowley of a decision he has already made without consulting him—wow, I wonder when that will become relevant again?

final fifteen *cough*

Before he asked, Crowley was rather relaxed (or as relaxed as he can possibly be in his situation), but that changes immediately.

First picture is when he asks Aziraphale about what time his train is, the other two are when he says 'what car'.

His back straightens, his shoulders tighten and freeze, he snaps his jaw shut and grinds his teeth, chin up, mouth lips pressed together—I interpret this as initial panic plus a spark of anger over "our car".

Crowley denies Aziraphale ownership of the Bentley, saying that no, there is no "our" car, this is MY car. It is clear, simple boundary, but Aziraphale went into this conversation having already decided that he will take the car, no matter what Crowley thinks about it.

While he might sound all cheery and excited, look at his body and the expression on his face. That smile is fake, it's bordering on angry, and it is sending a very clear message to Crowley: I want this car and you will give it to me. Once again, my way or the highway.

Bringing up the bookshop is him trying to "out-logic" Crowley, but it does not work because

a) Crowley very much does not consider the bookshop to be "theirs"

b) even if he had, the bookshop is no longer a safe place because of Jimbriel

c) Aziraphale KICKED HIM OUT of the bookshop in the first episode, establishing that Crowley is a guest and nothing more.

He then intentionally misinterprets Crowley saying that he "can't drive [his] Bentley" and mentions his license. Again, entirely irrelevant because that is not even remotely the problem.

Throughout their conversation, Crowley becomes more and more uncomfortable and panicked. This is not a squabble or banter, this is Crowley trying to protect the one thing he has left and Aziraphale not giving a fuck.

Now, the REAL banger here is that after pushing Crowley this far, he then suddenly dumps the rest of his "decision" on him: stay with a person that has severely harmed you, alone, without a way of escaping. This is where Crowley grows from panicked and angry to genuinely frightened.

He stops Aziraphale from touching it—rightfully so—and then reaches out himself to calm himself; it is right there, my car is right next to me, it's okay. Aziraphale ignored all of his attempts to set and enforce boundaries, ignored his panic and emotional state, ignored what Crowley was telling him, ignored everything Crowley told him BEFORE, and keeps pushing pushing pushing until the very end.

So to circle back to your question, no, Crowley is absolutely not fine with Aziraphale taking the car by the end; he fights him right up until the moment he begrudgingly gives him the keys.

It is a very good example of their current relationship dynamic, and personally it actually hurts to watch it happen. Anyone who has gone through trauma around privacy, safety, and personal effects knows how terrifying and traumatizing it is to have your boundaries repeatedly violated like that.

Aziraphale is being manipulative and coercing Crowley into doing what he wants; it's fucked up, and this doesn't even begin to deal with happens later.

If Crowley is connected to the Bentley, how come he doesn't seem to realize when Shax was in it with Aziraphale?

Maybe he did but did not really care because Shax has been in the Bentley before (just like Beez), maybe he is too distracted by Jimbriel and potentially being murdered in his sleep to pay much attention to Aziraphale on his way back.

Maybe he DID notice since he does ask Aziraphale if something happened, and then once again makes the mistake of trusting him when he denies it.

Without more information I can only speculate, but, personally, I think Shax being in the Bentley was not too big of a deal for Crowley even if he noticed it.

As always, if anyone has follow-up question, feel free to ask!

[sijetaismoi]

First sentence game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thank you @mamadoc for tagging me. I was planning to post this a few days ago, but I guess life happened...

Also, I'm going to twist the rules a bit, and will choose from all of my stories, not just the most recent ones. Well I guess they can all be considered recent, as I just started writing this year. I hope you guys enjoy some of them ❤️

I heard you

"She won’t be coming tonight."

He takes in Angela's words and their implications. Whether she’s trying to reassure him or spare him from needless waiting, his friend doesn’t beat around the bush. She knows him well enough to know he keeps glancing toward the patio door, hoping to see her arrive.

Tim accepted the Evers' invitation to an early summer garden party, and whether Lucy would be there or not didn’t influence his decision. He’s already discussed with his therapist how important it is to make choices for himself, and only for himself. So, he’s here mainly because his best friend asked him to, because he’s always warmly welcomed by her and Wesley, because the other colleagues present are also friends, because he needs to see people, and because he’ll probably have a good time.

If Lucy’s there, it’ll be a bonus, the cherry on top. And if she’s not, it won’t ruin his evening. He’ll be disappointed, but he’ll enjoy the conversations with the others.

He’s making progress, step by step. And simply being aware of that is already a huge achievement.

2. Heatwave

The temperatures have been skyrocketing for three days now, and it's supposedly the hottest summer ever. Lucy is drenched in sweat as she parks her shop to go for lunch, despite the air conditioning.

Nolan signals for her to join their table, where he’s already eating with Tim, Angela, and Nyla. She heads straight to the food truck to grab a salad before they run out and then sits in the only available chair between Tim and Nyla, letting out a long sigh. She loves summer but hates the heatwave. The thought of another sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed while hoping for a slight refreshing breeze, puts her in a foul mood.

All her colleagues around the table have noticed this, and none of them dares to ask how her day is going. She stabs at her cucumbers with her fork as if to make them pay for what she's enduring.

Her eye is drawn to the dessert waiting for Tim. She starts to salivate at the sight of his slices of watermelon—fresh, juicy, sweet.

"Where did you get that?" she asks.

He gestures to the food truck behind them with his thumb.

"There wasn't any when I passed by."

He shrugs. "Must be popular."

She lets out a grunt. Now that she's seen it, she can't think of anything else. And it only makes her mood worse.

3. Another wedding with you

Nell Forester is a bundle of positive energy that reminds him of Lucy. When she stands all excited in front of his desk, he restrains himself from rolling his eyes and merely raises an eyebrow.

"Anything I can do for you?"

She hands him a pale pink envelope, her smile lighting up her face and nearly the entire floor.

"You don’t have to open it right now. I really want you to be there, so I hope you RSVP. I’ve gotta go, see you."

And just as quickly as she appeared, she disappears down the hallway. He can’t help but chuckle. He opens the envelope and unsurprisingly finds an invitation to celebrate the union of Nell and Ellroy on June 15th in San Luis Obispo. He puts the invitation and the RSVP card (which he promises himself to return promptly) back into the envelope and places it in his desk drawer, waiting until the end of the day.

4. What's in a name?

Lucy Chen is by far the most beloved officer at Mid-Wilshire. Sincere and wholehearted, she deeply cares about people, trusts them, listens attentively, consoles, and shares moments of joy. Smiling and radiant, she has certainly earned the nickname some have given her: a true ray of sunshine. Human and altruistic, she helps whenever she can without expecting anything in return. Switching a night shift? No problem. Taking a twenty-minute detour to help a breastfeeding colleague who ran out of storage bags? She makes it her mission. Giving up her last granola bar when she hasn't eaten in eight hours? She'll manage. Welcoming new recruits at the station? It's the task no one wants and everyone delegates to her, and she takes pleasure in being the friendly face for new rookies or freshly transferred colleagues.

So, it's with habit and ease that she introduces herself to the new officer in uniform at the back of the meeting room, offers to show him around the facilities later and explain how the coffee machine works, invites him to the new recruits' get-together she'll organize at the end of the week even if he's the only new one, and wishes him a good day.

5. Practice makes perfect

“I'm hoping that we're good at certain other things, as well.”

“Oh? Want to find out right now?”

So they did find out some time later. Lucy clutches the sheet to her chest and stares at the ceiling of her bedroom, her breathing gradually calming. Tim is lying beside her in the same position, eyes fixed on the same point.

“You okay?” he asks her.

She nods and bites her lip.

“You?”

“Good.”

Their first time was much like their first date. Hesitant, awkward, clumsy. She feels ashamed to think that, but she had imagined stars, sparks, fireworks, like when they first kissed before leaving on the mission to Las Vegas. They had waited weeks for this moment, and she feels terribly disappointed and guilty for even thinking this while having the person who means the most to her in her bed.

She turns her head to face him and he seems just as embarrassed as she is. Neither of them falls into a euphoric post-coital haze.

And yet that's exactly what they should be doing.

She bursts into laughter, and he turns his head towards her, very surprised.

6. 7 stages

She watches him walk away, and she remains rooted in place, unable to follow him, unable to call out to him, unable to get back into her car.

She sees cars and uniformed officers coming and going, entering and exiting the building, joining a vehicle or stepping out of one.

Life goes on while she is frozen in place.

Eventually, she opens the car door and slides into the driver's seat. In autopilot mode, she starts the engine and leaves her parking spot, driving away from the police station, mechanically stopping at lights and stop signs, using her indicators when necessary, adjusting her speed, and parking in front of her building.

The journey to the apartment unfolds in the same manner: every movement, every step, is so ingrained in her that she doesn't need to think.

She turns the keys in the lock, turns on the light, sets down her bag, kicks off her shoes. She doesn't realize that the apartment is empty, that Tamara isn't there. She heads to the bathroom, sheds her clothes, steps into the shower. Again and again, the same actions, the habit, the routine, that render her thoughtless.

She's not in a state to think.

7. Nineteen days

She walks towards her car, ready to head home and open a bottle of wine that she might be able to finish without Jackson's help when what sounds like a bark makes her stop and turn around.

"Hey, Chen!"

She furrows her brow and waits for her training officer to catch up in a few strides.

"Have you decided where you're going to meet?"

She smiles, touched, because behind all his cynical and sometimes sharp remarks, behind his indifference, behind his sometimes brutal words, there is also the need to protect her. She told him she planned to go out with Dave tonight, and he wants to know where she's going, just in case her date turns out to be - again - a serial killer about to abduct her. He wants to know where she's going, with whom, and she's grateful for that. Coming from anyone else, she would find it unbearable.

"Nowhere. I'm going home. "

"Really?"

"And alone!" she emphasizes.

“Do you want to grab a beer?"

8. Without a word

It's an evening like any other, spent in the comfort of their home, each occupied with different tasks as mundane as clearing the table or emptying the washing machine.

He passes by the door of their bedroom, and the sight is enchanting. She wears her silk kimono, her hair pulled up and secured with a clip, humming along to the music filling the room. The candles she loves to light to relax cast a soft, natural glow that illuminates her features. She moves with calm and grace, and he marvels at each fluid relaxed serene gesture.

She hears him approaching but doesn't stop what she's doing. She's not surprised to feel him against her, behind her, to feel his lips on her neck, his hands on her hips, his fingers along her arms. She shivers.

He presses the clip, releasing her hair into cascading waves, and runs his fingers through the silky strands flowing down her back.

She bites her lip and forgets about the laundry on the dresser. She turns to him and sees his hand moving towards the belt of her robe, which he slowly undoes, the two silk panels opening to reveal what little she wears after her shower.

9. Lucy's personal box of personal things

"And this is the very last box!" Lucy exclaims, depositing her burden on the floor, concluding the final trip from her old apartment to their house before returning the keys to the landlord.

She looks around and realizes it was only the first step; they still have to unpack everything and find a place for each item. In their home. She's so excited that she's certain she'll spend part of the night on it.

"I'll take care of the bedroom, you take the living room?" She nods and grabs a box cutter to cut the sealing tape, then puts on some music. The first box contains books. She takes several at a time and places them on the shelves of the bookcase they assembled the day before.

Feeling light, she starts humming along to the music. She empties one box, then another. She looks at the labels on the boxes before opening them, trying to do it in order or to limit herself to one area of the living room to avoid getting overwhelmed. Sometimes it's her handwriting, sometimes it’s Tim's. She makes sure to mix what comes from his house, what comes from her apartment, to make it not his stuff and her stuff anymore, but their stuff.

10. What if you say no?

It all starts one morning when the three of them find themselves exactly at the same moment in front of the bathroom door, ready to draw straws, if not for Tamara who proclaims herself the chosen one and rushes in before he or she could react. Lucy then looks at him with pleading eyes, and seeing the way she bounces on herself while bending her knees, he knows he has definitely lost the game. He will have to tame his bladder.

*

He decides to get up earlier. They are still asleep, and he has all the time to start the coffee maker and have the bathroom to himself. Of course, this is without counting on Tamara, who has an exam that morning, got up earlier, thought she would be the first in the bathroom, entered without knocking just as he was undressing and about to step into the shower. It will take them weeks to dare to look each other in the eyes after this incident.

*

He comes home in the middle of the night after an intervention with Metro, and he trips over the shoes piling up next to the door, he catches himself as he can, barely muffling a curse, and can only admit defeat when he sees the light underneath the bedroom's door, a sign that all his efforts not to wake her up have failed.

I'm sorry if you've already been tagged, I'm not following a lot of writers, all of them being Chenford, and well... chances are you've already done it. Tagging : @zadien, @imperiumwifestrikesagain, @ao3sostarry, @arch78 (if you feel like it, no pressure), @romantashas, (but everyone should feel free to participate).

[goldeneyedgirl]

Sonya! (Imagine, for a moment, that Tumblr Staff actually fixed the bug that means I have to screenshot and tag you @sonyawix for replies.) I missed you!

Jasper's just there realising that a couple of decades of training and practice with the Cullens was no match for a tiny teenage girl who looks at him like he's the second coming. She did more for his self-esteem in one night than anyone has done for him since he was human.

Jasper's softer in STL and his trauma has already been sorted, organised, and filed in his mental storage unit so he just has to simp over worry about Mary-Alice. Mary-Alice has the trauma conga-line but it gets pretty soft for both of them starting next chapter.

But it's why Jasper chapters are usually easier to write.

And listen, we all switch hyperfixations. I read a whole bunch of MCU fics that had Correct Vibes but Incorrect Takes, and beautililies had to stop me from writing MCU fic before I worked on Jalice fics. Also the idea I am carrying 70% of your Jalice experience is fucking wild. What do you want? I feel like I need to give you something because 2024 was not my most active year ever.

My little Mabel has recovered from the infections she had well, but decided to keep things interesting and acquired an ear infection which has since been upgraded to a double ear infection because what's more fun than a lot of credit card debt? Even more credit card debt! She is why I can only stare longing at Coach bags and not own fun stuff like that.

And honestly, I join you in solidarity that my sister and father are also Shitty Fucking People. Sometimes, people are rancid, and we just need to salute their bullshit and carry on our merry way.

It is law that if you bring up Anathema, I post something. I picked this scene WIP because Alice being a dramatic teenage girl is somehow so funny in my head? I can't wait to get to a scene where she's dramatic in front of Jasper and he's just "...you're adorable, you know that right?" And she's like, "absolutely not."

But for now, Alice makes a small scene.

“This is to never get back to the Clearwaters,” I could hear Freddie saying to Charlie Swan in a low voice. “Any of them. I trust you, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed. “Fred, I’ve known you a long time, and I don’t like this at all. What is so important you have to meet with them alone, without Sue and Billy knowing?"

Silence, and I was tempted to creep up the hallway to be able to hear better.

“… This is about Alice and her well-being. If… I have reason to believe that if Sue, Harry, and Billy knew more about Alice’s … health and genetic make-up, they would be deeply unhappy."

That was most likely an understatement. I had a feeling that if Sue found out that I was biologically half-vampire, I would be persona-non-grata in the Clearwater household. There was a fifty-percent chance that Harry would hunt me for sport, honestly. His aim with a shotgun was second-to-none.

//

Dr Cullen had brought his wife, and there was something almost funny seeing them in our home - they were both dressed in very stiff, fancy clothing, standing in the entrance looking awkward. I was in the kitchen finishing the washing up in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt; both Freddie and Charlie were still wearing work clothing.

The apartment was still mostly in the late 60s style from when it was built. Lots of brown and yellow. Freddie always intended to renovate, but we never seemed to get around to it - moving all the books would take us days, and we’d have to stay downstairs. It was cozy up here, and if we made any changes, it would be to clean out the third floor.

“Hello Alice.” Mrs Cullen smiled so warmly at me, but I felt oddly shy, offering a little wave as I put plates back into the cupboard.

“Turn on the coffee maker, love, before you go,” Freddie said, and I got the message that this wasn’t going to be a meeting I was included in. I wasn’t upset about that; somehow Dr and Mrs Cullen were far and away more intimidating than Jasper was. Somehow the golden eyes and the pale skin that looked so right on him made me nervous around them.

Thankfully, Dulcie was having dinner with her brother’s family tonight. It meant we could have this meeting at home and she’d probably bring home left-over dessert. Hopefully that really good blueberry donut thing that Mrs Stanley usually made for Dulcie’s birthday.

It also meant that whilst I had been told I wouldn’t be joining in on the meeting today, there was no one in the house that would check to make sure I was wearing headphones and watching movies on my laptop instead of eavesdropping for all I was worth. And in my defence, I had to know what Freddie was telling everyone so I didn’t mess up the story later on. It was just planning ahead.

//

“He can read minds?” I shrieked, giving myself away instantly.

Charlie Swan swore, sloshing his coffee in surprise, as the rest of them spun around to look at me in the hallway.

“Alice,” Freddie groaned but I didn’t care that I would be doing extra cleaning this week or whatever as punishment.

A girl’s mind is private. There are things happening up there that die with me, okay?

Things like me contemplating the logistics of having sex on a gurney now that I’d met Jasper and realised he was a foot and a half taller than me, and probably 100lb heavier.

Or the fact that whilst my visions hadn’t been instructional, so to speak, they had given me a certain amount of reference material to reflect on. I might never have been a Girl Scout, but I do like to be prepared.

And the idea that one of the Cullens could mind-read and had probably told the entire family that a good fifty-percent of my brain power was solely dedicated to what I had seen of Jasper’s body in my vision at any time was… not ideal. Not at all how I planned to integrate myself into their lives. I was aiming for lovable future daughter-in-law, not mouth-breathing creeper.

“Edward considers the contents of everyone’s mind private, unless harm would result in keeping it secret,” Mrs Cullen quickly reassured me. Please. I had seen Leah and Seth together; I knew what siblings were like. There was no way in hell that Jasper hadn't been informed that I had absolutely noticed he was ripped when he helped me up.

“I’m taking a lot of emotional damage learning this,” I said slightly hysterically. “Can he hear everything?”

“Only when he’s present.” Was Dr Cullen laughing at me? He looked amused.

“Alice,” Freddie sounded tired. “There are brownies in the downstairs freezer if you want some dessert.”

Huh. It was bad if Freddie was bribing me with the catering supplies.

“That would help,” I said, trying to walk through the kitchen to get a knife with some kind of dignity. “You understand why I would be uncomfortable with a teenage boy reading my mind, right?”

“I think we’re all on the same page about that,” Charlie said. He didn’t look amused.

"Alice, I really don't think there's anything in your head that Edward Cullen would worry about," Freddie said, obviously trying to sound comforting and mostly made me want to slam my head against a wall.

"I've had unmonitored access to the internet since I was eleven and no boyfriend! Or girlfriend! There's plenty up there I don't want Jasper's brother knowing!" I snatched up the cake knife and looked over to see Freddie looking like he needed a drink, Charlie Swan looking the most uncomfortable I had ever seen him - and that included the ass-injury incident - and Mrs Cullen trying very unsuccessfully not to laugh at me.

"And now I've made it worse. I'm calling Cynthia!"

It's not the fact that my father was a vampire that makes me a freak. I manage to do that all by myself.

[midnightmoodlet-art]

What more dark headcanons do you have for Affogato? I'll go first.

The next time he meets Cacao (and in the ensuing fight) he has a severe mental breakdown that is so bad even Cacao is concerned for him.

OOoooo I have quite a few but most are so intrinsically linked to a storyline I have but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested apart from me and like 3 friends lmao (it's oc x canon that's why) BUT I have a few that could be independent from it maybe??? UTC because heavy themes of like *gestures everything*

TLDR he is not straight up having a good time

TW child abuse (neglect) and self harm (eating disorders)

❧ I've alluded to it in another post, but I think Affogato is secretly deeply insecure and doesn't outwardly show it ever, to the detriment of his physical and mental well-being...

❧ Like those issues stem deep in childhood, growing up basically shunned by everyone at the camp for being a "half-blood" - tangent, but Latte by contrast (whom I also hc as mixed-race, but coffee and milk tribe instead) would have grown up among the milk tribe and in turn wouldn't have faced the discrimination like affogato did - Like we are talking getting the worst section of the tents, the scraps after everyone also ate, and had very little possessions of his own as it would have been immediately taken from him. So he resorts to hiding them wherever he can, even in abandoned burrows in forests. - Since others (even other children) in the tribe avoid him like a plague, he has resorted to just leave camp and walk around the forests nearby. He'll even stumble on other settlements and be incredibly envious of the other children playing together. - It's because of this that he finds it so difficult to trust others, as he's been subjected to more childish malice than kindness

❧ I'm still deciding on this aspect, but it's during his teenage years that he leaves the camp for good... Either by running away or being the reason the coffee tribe is the way it is in present times... if you catch my drift. He already felt more wanderer than anything else so might as well. It's at this era that he picks up on witchcraft and realized that he has an affinity with pharmaceutical skills like medicinal potion brewing and the like.

❧ You know how some kids are pretty/cute in a child way? (not sure if it's the right word for this ngl) Well he was called that once and it stuck to him to the point of obsession. He was seen beyond his lineage for the first time in his life and he's going to make it damn sure to stay seen.

❧ So he strives to not just be pretty, but to be beautiful. Because being beautiful is to be acknowledged. And so he does everything in his power to alter everything about his looks to enhance that very aspect, because deep down, he believes that the moment he stops being beautiful, he will be forgotten and ignored, thrown away like a useless broken plaything.

❧ He was an incredibly shy and unassuming child, so he carefully crafts a mask of a cookie who came from afar and had everything going for him; a prodigy whose confidence ooze at every step. It's a masquerade, and he moulds himself to the strongest cookie in the room: because as long as he's among the strong, he'll always be acknowledged in a positive light. That's how he rose up so fast to become the king's right-hand man.

❧ His true self does break through occasionally, but it manifests as deep emptiness, a longing for a connection beyond his skills, beyond his appearance, but being unable to. Being acknowledged is just so ephemeral if nobody cares enough to remember you... - His disciples might love him, but he genuinely believes that their admiration towards him is as shallow as his is towards others. - He gains a short temper that is felt by his disciples and becomes particularly nitpicky in his appearance when under the weather... - With his mask, he inadvertently hinged his entire self-worth into being beautiful, so "imperfections" become so much more apparent and in need of immediate fixing, no matter how painful it is to do such a fix. - He has a secret stash of sweets hidden in his room. Part of it is because he loves them, but also because it's so comforting. So unfortunately, on darker days, he'll binge at night in a desperate search for warmth, to fill the emptiness in his soul, until he's physically sick. It distresses him deeply, knowing full well this type of behaviour will ruin years of hard work being valued "beautiful", he without fail takes drastic measures to "undo" the over-eating... - 👆This goes without saying, but he has a really distorted sense of "beauty", so his standards have become increasingly unrealistic over the years, which eventually makes him think that literally anything can ruin years of hard work, no matter how insignificant it is in the bigger picture. - It's an endless vicious cycle he's stuck in, and not wanting to confide in anyone as he doesn't trust anyone to fit that role, it's basically inevitable that he'll reach a breaking point...

❧ He sees Caramel Arrow being applauded for her skill and he forces a smile congratulating her, all the while his ribs squeeze tight in his heart.

He sees Dark Cacao being showered with praise for how good of a ruler he is and Affogato is just standing there, still smiling, looking at a distance, frustration bubbling.

Oh, how he longs to have that praise given to him as well. Something for others to point out how proud they are of him! Tell him how great he is at what he does! Just don't forget about him...

Maybe if he were king, he would finally have that love and praise he so desperately craves....

[venicemermaids]

as the ceo of giocy, i think it's high time i posted some writing about them. what better way to start than with hcs?

they're posted beneath the read more 🤭

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♡ to start, giorno initially hesitated to enter a relationship with lucy. not because he didn’t reciprocate her romantic feelings, but because he didn’t want to put her in danger thanks to his status. ironically, he fell in love with her first.

♡ even after they started going out, giorno was distant towards her for a while. he often reassures her that it wasn’t because of anything she did, but it’s because he doesn’t want anyone who wishes her harm to figure out who she is to him. as much as he’s protected her in the past, he still has doubts about his own ability to continue doing so in the future.

♡ lucy, of course, disagrees. she trusts giorno deeply, and he’s given her plenty of reasons to do so. she tries her best to reassure him that she’ll be perfectly fine, even as a potential target. she’s not naive enough to believe that she’ll remain unharmed, but lucy’s the type of girl to risk anything for her love.

♡ lucy gets through to giorno eventually, and he starts being much warmer towards her again.

♡ giorno will often make flowers for lucy with gold experience, and they’re always her favorites (roses and lilies).

♡ lucy always wears ladybug themed earrings in order to match giorno’s ladybug brooches. her go-to colors are red or blue, depending on which he wears that day.

♡ they’re not a couple that engage in a lot of pda. both because they’re more reserved and because they don’t want to make people uncomfortable. at most, giorno will offer lucy his arm or they’ll hold hands in crowds. behind closed doors, they’re a lot more lovey-dovey.

♡ giorno refers to lucy as his venus, because he thinks of her as being so pretty, that the goddess herself must’ve made her.

♡ lucy has been known to braid flowers into giorno’s hair from time to time. he’ll keep them in even if he has important meetings, because who’s going to tell him he can’t?

♡ being too shy to ask giorno directly, lucy is more likely to hug gold experience/requiem whenever she sees it.

♡ as creepy as requiem is to most people, lucy actually finds it rather cute. she finds immense comfort in it whenever she can’t see giorno in person.

♡ giorno likes to count lucy’s freckles! and if he’s feeling particularly affectionate that day, he’ll kiss each and every one. in response, lucy kisses the corner of his lips.

♡ sometimes they like to have their dates at home. they’ll preserve flowers together as a way to unwind, style each other’s hair, and so on.

♡ if lucy were to ever get into some sort of trouble, giorno would do one of two things. if she seems like she already has a plan in mind, he’ll follow her lead and ask her what she needs him to do without hesitation. if it’s something that she straight up can’t handle by herself, he’ll take over for her.

[acidh2otoby]

Dating Headcanons

Warnings: Opinions

This was one of the posts that I made my complaint about because the amount of times I fat thumb pressed something and it forced me to delete everything is insane.

Chris Redfield

• Teddy. Bear.

• Just look at him, those arms 100% give the best bear hugs, are amazing for cuddling, and also to keep you safe and protected.

• Chris' love language is physical touch and he's most likely touch starved to the extreme, so expect him to have his hand somewhere on you.

• His time is spent a lot at work or is even still doing work when he's home or in public and he feels bad whenever he can't spend time with you. But when he can, he will not leave your side.

• Chris has some flaws and issues but he's working through them and you helping is something he deeply appreciates.

• He deals with alcoholism, severe PTSD, and anger issues. He's always been working on these flaws of his because they are somewhat fixable but now that you're in the picture, his need to fix himself has grown stronger.

• Chris takes pride in the people he cares about, meaning that if anyone says anything remotely bad about you, some of his coworkers might, he'll immediately warn them with something. You've talked with him about it and now all he really says is, "Hey..." and giving them a look.

• Pet names aren't Chris' go-to way of addressing you, especially to your face. He does use them, but not a lot. You might here, baby, honey, sweetie.

• All in all, he's truly a good boyfriend and his little flaws get overshadowed by everything else that makes him awesome.

Leon Kennedy

• Awkward lil guy.

• Leon is the kind of boyfriend that if he has no idea what your telling him or asking him, he'll either shrug or just give you a thumbs up.

• He cares about you, a lot, he just has a hard time showing it.

• He's kinda shy when talking to you as his partner, normally he's fine with talking to you, but if he's trying to flirt or tell you how much you mean to him, he's a stuttering mess until he eventually just says something stupid like, "You're awesome."

• Leon can't cook. At all. It's a disaster when he does. He needs help.

• He also has some flaws that are kinda hard to work with. He also suffers from alcoholism and PTSD like Chris, but his other thing is that he has the tendency to run away, mentally and sometimes physically, if a confrontation gets too heated.

• He hates fighting with you but knows it's a healthy thing in relationships, he just gets a little scared when things start to get loud. He isn't scared of you, he feels like the reason you're upset is because of him and his thoughts get the better of him.

• Leon will come back after he knows you've calmed down and then you two will continue with the topic in a more quiet manner. A lot of the beginning of the conversation is you reassuring him that you weren't mad at him and that he did nothing wrong and that you're sorry.

• Pet names for Leon are simple and he uses them a little more than Chris but he still says your name more. You might here sweetie, sweetheart, honey.

• Overall, he's a good boyfriend, you just have to be a little patient with him from time to time.

Jill Valentine

• Badass with a big heart.

• Jill has made it clear to a lot of people that she isn't someone to fuck around and find out with. But for the people that she cares about, she's nothing but a sweetheart to them.

• When she loves someone, they know it, and they should never throw that kind of affection away. Ever.

• The beginning of the relationship might not be as grand as all others but that's mostly because Jill is testing the waters with you, her trust issues will always get in the way but she's always willing to try.

• After you've gained her trust, there is nothing, absolutely nothing that stops her from showering you in all the love she has to offer.

• Her love language is also physical touch and she won't stop showing it to you, even in public. The only difference outside is that it's in small ways, her favorite thing to do is just simply booping you on the nose.

• Jill can cook but it's mostly just easy stuff or stuff that have instructions on whatever packaging it came in.

• Her issues/flaws are trust issues, PTSD, and anxiety. She gets nightmares and gets a little panicked whenever she hears or sees something alarming, leaving you to be the person to comfort her in her times of distress.

• Jill uses pet names sometimes, more-so if she's in trouble or is about to tell/ask you something that could potentially get her in trouble. You may hear, honey, hun, babe.

• Jill's a great girlfriend to have and is all around amazing, getting with her is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Sherry Birkin

• (I honestly need to do more with Sherry because she's genuinely a character I feel everyone loves but gets overshadowed a lot by other characters so, this is a little short to maybe a series?)

• Sherry hasn't had the greatest life, to say the least. But she doesn't let that stop her from being happy and content with who she loves and cares about.

• Her childhood probably wasn't the greatest, her teenage years undoubtedly got ripped away from her, then she became an agent, another time consuming thing.

• The chances of her not having a romantic partner prior to you was incredibly high due to the way the government... or, Derek Simmons, treated her.

• She loves you to death and would do anything for you, even without asking. Her love for you was a little startling to you at first but you eventually got used to it and found it cute.

• Sherry is a sucker for classic and even cheesy romantic stuff and her optimism about it makes you feel the same, seeing her face light up every time the two of you do something together that would be classified as such is just amazing.

• Her flaws are not terribly bad but they do sometimes worry you. Hers consist of PTSD, parental issues, and having a hard time with confrontation.

• Not all bad things necessarily but can be a little troublesome for times. Her PTSD can give her nightmares or keep her up all night and she has a hard time going to doctors appointments, especially if needles are involved. The parental issues is something she doesn't really talk about but you notice she gets a little sad around September. And the confrontation thing? Well...

• The first time you and Sherry had a fight, she knew it was normal but she felt like the little defenseless girl she once was and hated the feeling. She ended up breaking down and crying, it was the first time you saw her cry and it felt like someone stabbed you in the heart.

• She uses some pet names but kinda only uses your real name. You might hear, sweetie, honey, baby.

• Sherry truly loves you and in her dreams, she plans on growing old with you. You landed yourself an amazing girlfriend with a heart of gold.

Finn Macaulay

• Big puppy energy.

• Finn is undoubtedly one of the sweetest and nicest guys out there, also just the most wholesome.

• He cares about a lot of people but it's pretty clear that once he meets you, he'd do anything and everything to keep you safe and feel loved.

• Like I mentioned with Sherry, Finn probably didn't have a whole lot of relationships before you so he's kind of the hopeless romantic type.

• His love language is physical touch to an extreme, he always has to be in reach of you or it's like he's in a depressive mood. It's very sweet but he also gets in trouble for it a little when working.

• Finn's flaws aren't terrible, to say the least, and they're actually rather cute when you really think about it.

• He has some small PTSD but it's not too bad (yet), some anxiety, and a little paranoia.

• Now, they all sound bad but they're not severe at all, and they mostly come off as Finn worrying too much.

• The PTSD is just hearing a loud bang and thinking it's a gun or missile and nightmares that keep him up at night.

• Finn uses pet names a handful of times but prefers to use your name. You might hear, honey, baby, princess/prince. (I was gonna put Pumpkin but I thought if he had a kid, he'd call them Pumpkin instead.)

• In the end, Finn is an amazing boyfriend and does everything he can to make sure you're the happiest you can be. Finn wants to have a family with you when he's ready and he hopes you'll let him.

Jake Muller

• Oh, this assho--

• Jake's an asshole but he's not an absolute dickbag. He just has his moments.

• He has a different way of showing he cares about someone that's not like everyone else's way.

• Like I said, he has his moments of pure asshole-ness and being incredibly nice and sweet.

• His flaws aren't necessarily as bad as others either, just something you have to get a little used to them or talk with him about it.

• Jake has some daddy issues, anger issues, and a touch of dickishness.

• All of these things Jake can work through and also some things you get used to at some point but they also make him who he is.

• His love language is pebbling, he finds something he likes or something that reminds him of you and he'll just give it to you without explaining.

• Jake's pet names aren't what a lot of people would expect but you call him a lot of these things in return to even each other out. You might hear, dumbass, idiot, fuck-head.

• Jake truly is a good boyfriend when it comes down to it and he cares about you deeply. Also like Finn and Sherry, he wants to grow old with you and have a family eventually.

[craycray-wolf]

So.

Here's notes I have on MCSM New Order's (as of S1 anyway pretty much everyone in S2 is part of it lol) families. And when I say "notes" I mean it lol, like this is just what I randomly typed out in between classes back in November (with a couple recent additions). Grammar and spelling isn't 100% and nothing is serious. You're welcome.

Why am I posting this? For FUNNSIES. Also to hopefully share my obsession with block people worldbuilding and stories of my future MCSM fanfic with others! To encourage discussion and questions, because I like that. It's fun and I often find it helps me out greatly with writing! I hope anyone reading this enjoys! 😁

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Olivia has a single dad (mom MIA) who moved in with his sister and nows helps at her farm. While maybe both dad and aunt are super busy and thus don't have the most time with her, they greatly love their Olivia and Olivia them. Her aunt thought for a while that her want to pursue Redstone was silly ("you have everything you need right here, and all that gallbittyglok is ridiculous!") but soon came to support her dream when seeing how passionate she was. Dad supported her Redstone interest from the start, proud that she was so smart and could understand things far beyond him. They also care for Jesse and Axel, happy Olivia has friends. She was super shy timid bahbee so extra impactful

Axel is adopted, with parents (haven't come up w occupations for them) and a couple siblings (one is older, other is younger) who care for him but don't see eye to eye at all. Axe very much black sheep. They were always disappointed with his trouble making and disagreed with his idolization of Magnus/want to pursue the griefer lifestyle. The fam greatly appreciated Jesse and Olivia as they could see the positive influence they had on Axel (also worried at Axel's lack of friends and chasing away of everyone else). Axel even became cuddlier with the family after Jess and Liv helped him open up and learn how to better express his feelings. While they still don't quite understand the griefer-ness they see he is doing so respectfully and are proud of his heroics.

Petra was a spawned baby (humans are kinda like pink sheep and have a rare chance to spawn every so often, babies having an ability to so but EXTRAORDINARY rarely. They are usually around 6 mos. old in comparison to newborns), and her cries attracted a pack of wolves who adopted her and loved her as if she were a wolf herself. Petra thought she WAS a wolf for a long time, even learning wolf body language and behaviors. Her speech sounds were mimics of nature sounds for the first few years of her life, only learning human speech/stuffs when someone came and tamed a couple of wolves from her pack. The humans in the nearby town insisted she start going to school and learning the ways of people (not that they helped her at all). Dealing with people made her even more survival oriented and hesitant to spend too much time with people. She always considered it beyond her to have and trust human friends until she met Lukas in middle school. She was struggling and Lukas offered to tutor her, Petra insisting that she pay him back with one of her famous trades, beginning their relationship. Lived with Villagers in their... villages, a couple times in the past, maybe why she's into the trade biz?

Jesse's parents care very deeply for him and have always done their best to support him. Always called him their "young warrior" upon learning about Jesse's love of the OG Order, particularly Gabriel. They're the ones who gifted him his armor stand seen in S1 Ep1. His mother is a miner and his father a gardener (that one day took a job helping with Olivia's aunt's gardens, which is how Olivia and Jesse met). They're simple but happy people. Mom is a bit more serious than the dad but still willing to have fun. Dad is a bit of a doofus, mom loves him anyway. Jesse gets his tenacity from Mom and goofball-ness from Dad. They also greatly care for Olivia and Axel, coming to see them as an unofficial son and daughter. I have a lot more about these two but that's the gist. Need to develop other guardians lol

Lukas' parents are complicated. They're snooty rich-ish creeps who have a terrible relationship (on-off? Similar to divorced? Idk there's drama), and had Lukas more as an accessory. Due to weirdness his sweet little (paternal?) Grandma became his primary caretaker from a young age and helped him become the wonderful Lukas we know today. Nurtured his love for writing?

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P.S.

I'm figuring out the appearances of the other families but for now Jesse's mom has the same colored hair and eyes as him, which are brown and green respectively as I like to play with Red Suspenders!Jesse. His dad has tan hair and blue eyes, and the way the hair grows out from the head is similar in both parents so all 3 family members share this trait. The mom, while only an average height, is taller than her husband and Jesse is smack dab between them. I think it's cute and also unusual in a cool way to not only have a woman be taller than her male partner, but also her son. Plus the dad is just short AF considering how short Jesse is lmao

I think it's a very similar situation with Red Hairclip!Jesse (who I also like to play as), except her mom instead has features like hers as opposed to the brown hair and green eyes in the previous passage. The dad doesn't change lol

THX FOR READING 📚 You're real

[ivorywreathablaze]

Hello, I'm Laurel!

Here resides the randomness of someone who is late for everything probably including my own funeral.

Welcome!

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I'm one of the artists for JohnPeacekeeper’s Itadaki no Hecate! Technically. I'm still working on it lol. (I'm currently going to basics I never did before and working on character sheets.)

If you have a story on with Khamsin x Kazumi in it, please message me so I can add it to the Khami community! If it's elsewhere, I can still post it to the list, which is on DeviantArt! I also have anonymous messages are turned on, so if you’re shy you can contact me there.

P.S. My username was previously ‘Qiana King’ and ‘Laurel Gwen King.’ Why change? Because a pen name looks weird on fandom stuff. Also, this is thematic!

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Shakugan OTPs:

Khamsin x Kazumi (Khami)

I will never be able to explain exactly why I ship them, because I've had them as an OTP for so long that they’re just stuck in my brain. I probably wouldn't ship them if I hadn't started when I was thirteen and looking to ship Kazumi with someone—but then again, they work to understand each other better, she’s the only one who makes him smile, she’s implied to be his motivation to keep fighting for a better world, she surprises him, he is the only character in the series who gets her, she’s the only one he opens up to at all, he dies protecting her, they get a significant goodbye scene, he’s looking at her instead of anyone else present as he dies, she’s the main character with the saddest ending but keeps going strong just like he said she would . . . so like, maybe I would.

Yuji x Shana(Shanji)

They’re the main ship in the series, so if you like the series I probably don’t have to explain it. But Yuji gives Shana her humanity back, helps her access her emotions, and gives her companionship. Meanwhile, he falls in love with her so deeply that he becomes a strong fighter, turns the entire world upside-down for her, and decides to wander eternally without her just trying to atone for betraying her trust. Then Shana refuses to let him be alone, and they get their happy ending!

Keisaku Satou x Margery Daw (Keigery)

They have this slow-build dynamic, which eventually grows into romantic dedication. It starts when he’s one her lackeys who have a crush on her, and ends with them being emotional equals. He becomes dedicated to helping her, and she manages to hang on to life past her life purpose falling apart explicitly because of her feelings for him. It’s SO CUTE!

SouthValley x WestShore

I have . . . NO explanation. Just vibes.

Posting Standards:

I will never post something that is MA/Explicit. Because of my personal clothing choices, I rarely post drawings of girls in clothes that show their shoulders, never post them in something low-cut, and they always have clothes that go to their knees. Same kind of rules apply to drawing guys. I am Christian, which means I try not to make light of/glamorize violence, addiction, prejudice, or other like topics, (though it can be difficult given the genes I write so please do message me/review if you think the balance is off in one of my fics). I also believe that online activism is most often actively harmful, especially from people who don't know what they're talking about (me) so I intentionally don’t post about politics. My personal beliefs will show up in my stories despite my efforts, but when I catch it then I do try to show other perspectives as well.

Thanks for reading through that whole boring wall of text lol, and I hope you enjoy my upcoming work!

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As of right now I've only read/listened through chapter 31 of Mist and Fury and have had time at work to dissociate and think about it. Here's some thoughts on the some characters.

Please keep in mind that these are my opinions and I would love to hear others' thoughts on the characters as well as long as we don't spoil anything past what I've read.

Anyway here we go:

Feyre: she's complex and simple at the same time. I like how she's more trusting of Rhysand and how well she's fitting in with the Inner Circle. I'm excited to see what powers she posses and how well she can master them.

Rhysand: I have loved him since day one. We love a bad boy. The way he helped Feyre during the trials, the way he was so quick to send Mor to yoink her from the spring court when Tamlin locked her in and she literally encased herself in darkness. I love that he is so kind and selfless when it comes to his people. His sacrifices during Amarantha's reign of terror were made for his people. He loves them all and he cares deeply for them. And he cares for his Inner Circle even more. The bonds he has with each of them. The fact that he buys jewelry for Amren just because. I can see him and Azriel and Cassian being in a boy band. I'd pay the $3 I have to my name to see that. But it's the way he cares for Feyre that makes me lowkey swoon. He's kind, he's patient, he gives her the choice of what she wants to do, he treats her as an individual and not as a prisoner or as property. He wants feyre to succeed, to be able to protect herself, he wants her to be who she is unapologetically. She doesn't have to dress up or plan things. She just has to be herself and that's enough for Rhys. He treats her as if shes his equal. As of right now I fully believe that the mating bond clicked into place for Rhys but not for Feyre just yet. This man truly has me in a chokehold. Also the boy bands front man/ guitarists.

Cassian: where to begin with him? I love this man so much. He's funny. From what I can tell he has/had a thing for Mor. I joked about him Mor and Azzy being in a throuple. I do think he has a thing for Nesta. He's obviously a great fighter and I like the way he's training Feyre so far. I hope to see more of him in the future. Also he's the drummer with chaotic energy who always ends up wearing at least 3 bras that had been flung up to the stage by the bra wearing fae.

Azriel: sweet boy. A baby. He's quiet and shy and obviously likes Mor which just adorable. I want to hear more of his story. I just hope he's happy. He's the boy bands quiet bassist but has the voice of an angel.

Mor: lowkey gives me Alice Cullen vibes and we love her. I think she's a great friend to Feyre and the friendship they have will last forever. She's smart and apparently very powerful and just like to have fun. We love her and her goofy little attitude.

Amren: I'm a little weary of her but I think she's a badass. "Vampire fae" as I called her to my friend. She knows what to do to get the job done like giving Feyre the necklace to get through the Prison. Plus she is kind to the locals which is a bug plus. Her story is super interesting and I can't wait to hear more of it.

Tamlin: I loved Tam in the first book and I get that he's gone through trauma with Feyre Under the Mountain but that does NOT give him the right to treat Feyre the way he did. In a recent post I called him something along the lines of a fucking asshole which is true because he is. He never listened to Feyre's needs or wants. I get that he loves her and doesn't want to lose her but the way he treated her, pushed her away while trying to hold her close, is what broke her and made her leave. That being said I still love this character but he has fucked up so bad in my eyes that I don't think I can go back to loving him like I did. I'm so mad at him. Like all that respect is gone. Like Tamlin, baby, you're a little be delulu. I truly hope he can redeem himself.

Lucien: I will die for this man. He was my absolute favorite in the first book and I get that his loyalties lie with Tamlin but he did try to stand up for Feyre. That has redeemed him a small amount. That being said. He is still my sweet baby angel.

Bonus:

Alis: a servant who isn't afraid to speak her mind and won't put up with anyone's bullshit. She took in her nephews. A queen. No notes. I love this woman with my whole heart.

[aubreysheadspace]

Hi! Let me just start by saying I love this blog so much and reading all these has given me so much joy the past few days! I’m sorry to hear that your motivation is running low lately but it’s totally understandable. Just know that I and I’m sure many other people will always look forward to a new post from you no matter how long it takes :)

Ok so I thought up a scenario with Kel, hopefully it’s not too lengthy-

You and Kel had been friends for about a month now. You were a little shy and had trouble with self-esteem and Kel picked up on that and encouraged you to be more outgoing and to not worry too much. Today you had been hanging out with a few of your other friends and had a huge falling out with them that led to them all abandoning you, for something that wasn’t necessarily your fault. Feeling absolutely miserable, you checked your watch and realized it would be an hour or so before your guardian(s) could pick you up. Seeing how the park was close by, you decided to find the most hidden, secluded spot underneath some trees to release all your sorrows. Kel was playing basketball in the court at the moment, but he stopped suddenly. He might not have heard anything if you two hadn’t been friends for a while. “Y/N..?” He walks toward the distant noise of soft crying and eventually finds you in your miserable state, crouched between the trees trying in vain to wipe away the tears from your bloodshot eyes.

KEL COMFORTING READER (PLATONIC)

OH MY GOSH <3 you’re absolutely sweet and super kind, thank you so much! and I find this scenario so sweet yet so sad 3: hope u enjoy, ily! /p

KEL was absolutely stunned to see you all sad and miserable, especially by yourself

he drops everything to be by your side without hesitation,

whether it’d be the basketball in his hand or the entire game he’s playing with his new friends

either way, he stops everything just to know why you were so sad!

he’s been your friend for a month, sure, but he still deeply cares about you as if he’s known you his entire life!

KEL is a really cheerful and outgoing person, sometimes dumb and can’t really read the room, but he is mature enough to understand that is a serious issue you’re going through

he’ll wait until you’re done crying, even volunteered to wipe your snot away with his basketball uniform… gross

hey, he wanted to cheer you up a little bit so you wouldn’t be completely depressed right now

once you’re done with crying or you’re crying just a little bit, KEL wants you to tell him what’s wrong

if you deny at first, he’ll try again!

"hey.. come on [READER].. you could trust your buddy KEL with anything, y’know?" KEL said with a sheepish grin, hoping you’d open up to him. however you refuse yet again.

"no, KEL.. its fine.. i’m fine." you protested, yet it clear you were definitely not okay. tears were still coming out of your eyes that were bloodshot red, you could barely talk due to the amount of crying you’re still doing and that lump in your throat, and you felt like absolute garbage.

KEL obviously noticed you were not fine and grew a little impatient. "you’re not fine though? you’re clearly crying your eyes out at the park, how is that fine?" KEL spoke, a bit confused at your attempt to lie to him. you groaned a bit, "i just, don’t wanna talk about it.."

"oh.. um, that’s cool too! but it’s not cool to bottle it all up, y’know?" KEL said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to get you to open up. "i know we haven’t been friends for a long time really but, a friend is a friend! you don’t have to open up to me or anything, but it’s never good to not speak about your feelings." you listened to him attentively and you realized he was actually kind of right. sure his wording is a bit… something, but it’s better than nothing. plus he’s trying his best. so after a few seconds of silence, you finally told him everything that made you this upset.

KEL listens to your side of the story and makes sure he’s paying attention, this is serious after all

after you’ve told him that your own friend group straight up abandoned you for something that wasn’t necessarily your fault at all..

..KEL was absolutely outrageous, very disappointed at your friends! he didn’t understand why they would just.. leave you in the dust like that!

it felt great that KEL was really caring and nice towards your situation, even deciding to pat your back

you might wanna stop him from straight up going up to your friends and ask them to listen to your side of the story

he knows you’re a bit shy and lacked a bit of self-esteem, so if you didn’t want to talk to your friends about it due to fear, he’ll gladly do it for you!

what he doesn’t know is how embarrassing it’ll be for him to do that for you. so please, try and stop him

but he will cheer you on and hype you up if you do wanna talk to your friends about it!

if you’re alone now without your previous ex group, KEL would invite you to watch/play basketball with him and his new friends!

and if the SUNNY route is happening on the last day, then you could meet his previous (still ongoing) friend group! they’d gladly let you hang out with them!

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

In celebration of the @infamous-if update today, I thought I would provide you all with a look at my various OCs for it! I decided to be extra and create a different main character for the four ROs I liked and play through with each of them (which if you know me at all is very on brand since I am indecisive as all hell), but honestly I love these babes too much to let them live in my head so now I'm gonna tell you all about them! I probably won't make actual intro posts for any of them (unless you guys want me to, wink wink), but for now enjoy these little rambles, and feel free to ask any questions about them you want!!

WILLOW HARRINGTON:

— Stage name is Willow Rose; she/they Seven ship.

— Lead singer of a country band called Whiskey Moonbeams; their music is kind of nineties country singer-songwriter vibes, with a bit of a modern female country kick on some songs.

— Used to be dating Seven, and voted to keep him in the band when The Vote happened; she's never stopped loving Seven and was devastated when he left and broke up with them, which makes pretty much everything about the Battle of the Bands situation a bit awkward, especially when she picks Soft Violence to ride on the bus with.

— A total sweetheart, very humble and compassionate and always tries to keep the peace (even when it hasn't always worked out well in the past), but also intensely shy and awkward.

— Honestly kind of freaked out by the idea of being famous and would rather stay playing tiny gigs for the rest of their career if she could get paid enough for it, but goes into Battle of the Bands because they would follow her friends everywhere.

— Mainly dresses in an academic style, sweaters and Peter Pan collars and the like; Rowan loves to call them "Professor".

— A complete bisexual dork who has at least a fleeting crush on all the romantic interests (except for Orion, because to her that would be kind of weird), but their heart has always belonged to Seven and she really hopes that going on tour together can be an opportunity to get back to what they were.

— Honestly they and Seven are going to be the most amazing exes back to lovers dynamic ever and I cannot wait to futher explore it!

ASTER ZHOU:

— August ship.

— Lead singer of a pop group called Painted Roses; their music has a lot of Little Mix vibes, with the occasional bit of pop rock influence a la Olivia Rodrigo's Guts album.

— An insatiable flirt of a lesbian who's always down for a nice hookup (and definitely not afraid to flirt with a guy if it will get her something) and is used to people falling for her charms pretty quickly, so when August joins the band and Aster realizes that they're going to be a little bit different she takes it as a challenge and turns the seduction levels up to eleven, only to realize at some point that, oops, feelings have gotten involved.

— The type of person who covers all of her sad and negative feelings with jokes and is literally terrified of being vulnerable, since the only person she was ever really vulnerable with was her former bestie Seven and then he left and will barely look at her anymore, so she doesn't trust anyone else, not even her other friends, really, to stay if she lets down her walls. But even so, she feels everything really deeply and has a habit of holding desperately onto old memories; it's why she refuses to cover her tattoo of Seven's initials but still keeps it hidden. (That's really why August intrigues her so much; they're cool and unaffected, or at least they seem to be, in a way she never could be.)

— Despite all that inner angst, though, she is still a chaotic, impulsive gal who lives to push Orion's buttons and would kill for her bandmates or anyone else she cares about, despite being shit at giving advice or talking about feelings.

— Craves to be famous more than almost anything; she wants her name up in lights, to perform her songs in front of a packed stadium of screaming fans, almost as much as she needs air.

— Always dresses very cute and trendy, with crop tops and cute skirts, but also usually wears looser clothing when on stage since she always has dance routines that go with her songs.

— She and August getting together is going to be so long and a bit awkward, but they will get together and it will be amazing, I can assure you.

ATLAS LEE:

— He/they Orion ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative rock band called Back Alley Idols; they're very Fall Out Boy-esque with a bit of Green Day and Nirvana mixed in.

— This poor thing falls in love with Orion within about ten seconds of meeting him, but not only is Atlas absolute shit at expressing his feelings properly, they struggle a lot with self-loathing, undiagnosed and unmedicated anxiety, and substance misuse (he's not a full-blown addict but they do use alcohol and drugs as a coping mechanism and to self-medicate which is. Not Great) which he knows Orion disapproves of, so they’re kind of in a self-destructive cycle of feeling like he’s always letting everyone down because of their bad habits but then turning to those bad habits to stop feeling bad and… yeah, it kind of sucks for both of them.

— However, he does eventually genuinely try to get sober and try and become a better person for Orion, and it’s hard but it works, and once Atlas is better they can finally admit their feelings for each other and get together like they’ve been longing to do.

— Seriously, Atlas is such a sopping wet cat of a person; they’re super insecure and anxious and doesn’t like himself at all and is always worried about doing something that will make their friends hate him, which usually just leads to them messing up even more (a prime example being picking to ride with Underground Wastebasket for the tour because he was desperate not to ride with their ex-girlfriend Seven, which then just got Rowan pissed at him for a bit), but they’re also really sweet and genuinely care about people and would do nearly anything for the ones he loves, so their friends and Orion love him and will protect them at all costs.

— Legitimately terrified by the idea of being famous and having everyone’s eyes on him all the time; it’s really only because of their voice that he’s the lead singer of Back Alley Idols, because they sure as hell don’t have the personality for it, and he only agreed to enter Battle of the Bands at all because their friends were so excited when the band got the opportunity.

— Always dresses very casually, but with a little bit of style - although style is subjective, and Rowan loves to tease him about all the patterned cardigans they wear and how they don’t really dress like the lead singer of a rock band.

— Like any MC, he doesn’t have a good relationship with their parents, but for him it’s in part because coming out to them as bisexual didn’t go very well, and to this day they still don’t know Atlas is genderqueer.

— I am genuinely so excited to get further into their and Orion’s relationship, because they’re just a little messy but so sweet and caring and I love them lots <3 <3.

ANA DELGADO:

— Stage name is Birdie Sage; any pronouns, Sebastian ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative folk band called Fae Forest - they’re very much a mix between Hozier, Florence + the Machine, and Marina and the Diamonds.

— Thinks Sebastian is super cute pretty much immediately, and finds him interesting with how out of place he is at the Battle of the Bands audition, so they have a bit of fun flirting with him in the matter-of-fact and calm way they have of letting people know they’re interested, but the more they meet up with him and Maya and spend time with them, the closer they get, until finally they have to confront the fact that the plain intrigue they had for him at first has blossomed into full-blown feelings.

— Ana is very practical, honest, and like August, doesn’t always show what they’re really feeling. Orion adores them for this, predictably, but it kind of frustrates the rest of the band sometimes, and this doesn’t always make Ana feel very good about themself. It’s just they way they see the world, through a lens of practicality and the most proper decisions to be made (they probably get it from their parents, they think), and though they can be friendly and cheerful with people, there’s still usually a level of disconnect from the person in their mind until they’ve known them for a while. And they can never turn that off, at least not fully, and they hate it sometimes.

— But despite all this, they have a genuine and sweet bond with their friends/bandmates, and even Orion; these are people who understand how Ana’s mind works and who they’re comfortable enough with to genuinely smile and joke with, who they’ve almost never seen like bugs to look at under a microscope the way they can’t help but view everyone else at first. (And since Orion’s mind works relatively similarly, they have a really good and mutually respectful dynamic going on.)

— Very indifferent to the idea of fame; they really want to share their music with the world, and they understand that fame will be a result of that and they can’t deny it has its perks, but they’re also not very excited at the prospect of winning BOTB and getting super well-known.

— Dresses in a very bohemian style: long flowy skirts and peasant blouses and homemade jewelry, the works. Pretty much exactly how you would expect the lead singer of a band called Fae Forest to look.

— Absolutely adores Maya from the first moment they take a picture with her, and wants nothing more than to be a good stepparent to her and take care of her when they realize they have feelings for Sebastian. They didn’t even realize they wanted kids before, but Maya changed that.

— Seriously they and Sebastian are the most adorable couple ever and honestly I will definitely write some actual stuff about them someday because I adore them already!

ALRIGHT, THAT’S ALL!! IF YOU WANNA ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THESE BABIES, FEEL FREE TO SEND THEM IN!!

(Tagging @xoteajays because she’s the one who got me into Infamous in the first place, @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know she likes it, and @luucypevensie because I tag her in basically everything at this point. <3)